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Jonas takes the offered money. "This'll get us started in Valwick, but I'll earn my keep here. My sons are doing the same. Speaking of which..."
Gregor and Johann bound down the stairs with an almost childlike enthusiasm. "Johann, do you think they'll let us hunt today?"
"I think fishing is more your speed, Gregor," the goblin says, yawning. "Besides, you kept me up all night in your excitement."
The approach Arista and their parents. Gregor smiles sincerely at them. "Good morning, ma'am, Mother, Father."
Jonas puts a hand on his son's shoulder. "Gregor, take this seriously. This is your first job and you should do it well. Be proud and help where you can. Johann, keep an eye on your brother."
The goblin laughs. "I'll do that, Father."
The two boys leave and Jonas turns back to Arista. "I know you'll have that feeling. Being proud of your children. It's a good feeling."
He kisses his wife on the cheek and gives her the money. "I'll see you for lunch, dear."
"No, he's settled on Aliethia, even if she breaks his heart," the halfling sighs. "He's trying to find himself and love in the same go. He'll probably only find one but not the other."
Jerryl shakes her head as she finishes with the aasimar's hair. "There you go. My, these little rituals are exhausting."
Niccolo moves behind Arista. "Sit up straight, Arista. It'll help. There. Now raise your arms over your head, that relieve some of the pressure you're feeling."
He glances at the tea cup. "No more of that today. Drink water instead."
Arista feels much better as she does what Niccolo suggests. You automatically succeed your next Fort Save, but you still need an hour of rest to shake off the fatigue now.
The dhampir puts a glass of water in front of the aasimar. "Just take it slow today. And buy a couple extra pillows for yourself, so you can prop yourself up when you go to sleep tonight. Sleep on your left side."
Niccolo rolls over in the bed and looks at the wall. His mind was whirling with thoughts. When they arrived in Siphas, he spent a little time talking to Aliethia about nothing in particular. His heart thudded nervously as he looked into her elven eyes. He seemed to swim in them, lost in their beauty. What was it about her that drove him so? Was she right and this was just a fleeting fascination?
He walks out of the room he shared with his brother and sees Sādhanā and Ylrhea emerging from their room. "Good morning to you."
Jerryl emerges from Arista's room, the aasimar's effects in hand. "Good morning all. It seems we're all ready to get this day started."
Jonas comes downstairs dressed in some ill-fitting armor, Mina following behind him looking fretful. "Jonas, you don't have to do this..."
"If my boys are going to join up with the rangers here and help out, I'm sure I can do a little guard duty."
"When was the last time you even held a weapon, Jonas?" Mina asks.
"They're letting us stay for free and feeding us. I oughta do something," Jonas says, getting some cider from the bar. "It'll be safe, Mina. I won't be alone."
Mina sighs and looks at her husband. "Alright...just don't come running to me if you hurt yourself in that armor."
Jonas laughs. "I love you, Mina. Yeah, I ought to look into something a bit more...accommodating."
Mina pats her husband's stomach. "I suppose I've treated you too well."
Jerryl walks downstairs and sits with Ylrhea and Arista. "Good morning. How are you both this morning?"
Jerryl parries with ease, using the center of the quarterstaff to hit Drago a few times. She dodges a few blows that come close to hitting. After a little while, she sets the staff down. "Very good. You've got some good techniques and solid footwork. You even surprised an old veteran."
The halfling smiles at Drago. "You can take over if you wish, Sādhanā. If you haven't had enough, Drago."
Jerryl looks at Drago with stoic glance. "Get rid of your fear, Drago. Enemies like that. This is a friendly spar, but, in battle, you must be merciless."
The halfling bounces the quarterstaff off the dirt and grabs it, twirling it around. "Come at me. Remember that I have plenty of weapon to block with, you'll need to work around that."
"Around back, I would think," Jerryl says. "Many inns had a training or sparring area for adventurers back in the day."
Surely enough, around the rear of the tavern is a twenty foot by twenty foot square of soft dirt amidst the cobblestone of Siphas. Torches line the sparring area for late night fights.
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